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By Jay W^ Ayk, 



ItTo. lO Xja.-a.TSl Street, I3:o-u.stOia, 1?e--rsi,s. 






PUBLISHER'S NOTICE. 



The Nazarene Missionary Baptist Churc 
is in need of a new structure for the Avorship <( 
God, and have adopted this little pithy work (( 
Mr. Aye, and purchased the right of publication (( 
him, in aid of said structure. Feeling that a gern 
erous and Christian public will help us on to su€( 
cess, by the purchasing and singing of the ne: 
praises contained in this little work, we are 
Thine for Christ, 

D. HAWKINS, Pastor. 
T. H. GRIGGS, Clerk. 
H. D. WATERS, | 

E. WRIGHT, 
J. JACKSON, 

W. WILLIAMS, \ Deacons... 
A. PERKINS, 

N. MANUAL, I 

y. WHITE, I 



AGENTS WANTED. 



For particulars, address Mrs. Clarisy Austin, io Laurei 
Street, Houston; or J. W. Andy, Sandy Point, Texas. 



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PREFACE. 



In presenting this little book of seven Christian 
songs, under the title of " The Flowers that 
3-ROW Between," to the public, it may be neces- 
sary to say that it is not the ambition of the author 
;o write from pecuniary motives, and thus flood the 
iterary field with spooky trash, that of right should 
lot have been born of its mother — the press; but, 
Dn the contrary, I declare the words and music 
contained in this book to be the reflections of a 
religious mind, when none but God was near. 

Praying that the Divine Spirit may inspire us 
kvith more new and noble songs, and that these may 
Qot be despised by any one, I dedicate them to my 
Mother and Christian friend, Mrs. Clarisy Austin, 
in behalf of the Christian Churches. 

Jay W. Aye. 



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Seuen Verses to Youths, 



Fear not little flock, for it is your Father's good pleasure to 
give you the kingdom. SL Luke xii. 32. 



Roses, beautiful flowers, 

Geraniums, emblems of love, 
Seem to us, even in bowers, 

To honor the Saviour above. 

In calmness and in quietness. 

In pureness and in truth, 
O why cannot we, in all blitheness, 

Honor our Saviour in youth ? 

It is not the strength of our voices 
That adoreth our Saviour on high, 

But rather the mind's secret noises, 

Pleading, " Saviour please answer my cry.' 



Lions at entrance of pasture, 
Thorns accompanying the rose, 

Clouds of distressing structure, 
Mean trouble wherever we go. 

Then flatteries, jeers and scornings 

Should never be strange to us; 
They are to us only warnings 

That in God we may put our trust. 

Youths brought up in His righteousness, 

Are like the beautiful rose; 
Their sword and shield shine with brightness,. 

Where e'er on earth they rove. 

Refrain after each verse : 

The clouds to-day are passing. 
Their shadows are moving along; 

Expecting to share in His blessings. 
To Him our minds must belong. 




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And I will bring an everlasting reproach upon you, and a 
perpetual shame which shall not be forgotten, y^-'!'. xxiii. 40. 

And cast ye the unprofitable servants into outer darkness. 
There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth. Mat. xxv. 30. 

In vain were Dives' humble groans 

When he called on Lazarus: 
Earth is the place for serious moans, 

As well as joy and mirth. 

Chorus — 

The night, the night, the night of eternal shame; 
The night, the night, with Satan in the flame. 



His hunger and his thirst did never cease, 

His eyes could see no light. 
With horror, pain and rigid grief, 

C/io?-iis. 



Oh what a dismal night 



Our souls needn't stay in hell one day, 
Since Heaven's so bright and fair. 

And Jesus hath prepared the way, 

That wQ may all get there. Chorus. 

Though we be saints or sinners vile, 

We heaven or hell must share; 
The soul of man can never die, 

But death flesh always fears. Chorus, 



Hell is a dark and dismal place, 

It's one eternal night; 
But Heaven is where God's glorious face 

Makes everlasting light. Chorus 

It is a Christian's firm belief, 

That in that gulf so low, 
There will be gnashing of the teeth. 

With misery and woe. Cho7'U5s 

The joys of Heaven ne'er enter there. 

The bliss of earth's withdrawn; 
In hell you need not offer prayer, 

And there it's vain to moan. Choi-iisi, 

In Heaven above, His word doth say. 

There shall be no night there; 
We'll flit about in eternal day. 

Above trouble, pain and care. Choruss^ 

Then come and join that happy band 
That's going to shun that night. 

Engage the hearts, unite the hands, 

To serve our God aright. Choruss. 



Qod is EueFijuuheFe. 



If I ascend up into the heavens. Thou art there. If I make 
my bed in hell, behold Thou art there. Fsalvis cxxxix. 8, 9. 

God is on the mighty ocean; 

God is everywhere. 
He is in all our devotions; 

God is everywhere. 
Upon the mountains He convenes; 

God is everywhere. 
He showed Ezekiel wondrous scenes; 

God is everywhere. 

Chorus: — God is everywhere, God is everywhere; 
In fancy hear all nature say, God is every- 
where. 

Daniel said He was with him when 
He was cast in the lions' den: 
The Hebrew children seemed to know, 
That instead of three they numbered four. 

Chorus. 

The Lord was with ferocious Saul, 

And made him humble at His call. 

The influence of God's loving moans 

Seems to search our every bone. CJiorus. 



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He raised poor Lazarus Irom his sleep. 
Whose happy friends were glad to greet; 
Then who can wonder when He said 
That He will judge the quick and dead? CJio, 

If we take the wings of the morning, 

Our hearts receive the warning; 

If we ascend to the heavens; 

If our bed's in hell with Satan. Chorus. 

Then Christians all, should we not fear. 
That when we lie He is sure to hear? 
Remember too His word doth say 
He seeth us, where'er we stray. Chorus. 

He fills our conscience and our heart — 

O may we ne'er from Him depart. 

When melancholy, sick and sad. 

He is there to ease our aching heads. Chorus. 

AVhen on a cloud our souls shall ride, 
His staff and rod is at our side; 
W^hen before His throne on high we stand, 
With the Saints and God we'll unite hands. 
Chorus. 



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yoJiu XV. 

A wonderous place in the Father's love 
We have in Christ — the Vine, 

For He sent His Son down from above, 
Our Saviour — Christ — True Vine, 
To win your heart and mine. 

Chorus: — 

Jesus, True Vine, and we are the branches. 
Jesus, True Vine, and we are the branches. 



Every branch that bringeth fruit, 
He purgeth it with grace; 

But hypocrites will never suit 
Our Saviour's smiling face, 
Nor with Him have a place. 



Chorus, 



Now ye are clean, spake the Divine, 

Abide in Me always; 
A branch cannot, without the Vine, 

Bring fruit worthy of praise. 

And few will be its days. Chorus. 



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Keep my command, each other love, 

Ye then will be my friends: 
Ask what ye will, it shall be done; 

Also, your fruit'U remain 

Until all time shall end. Chort^s. 

Oh let us then in Him abide, 

And He will dwell in us, 
Our hearts and hands to always guide, 

From sins that oft distress: 

In Him may all men trust. Chorus. 

He who will not in Christ confide, 

For his soul can nothing do, 
Though he should wish his soul to hide 

From the great Judge's view; 

Then why His love refuse? Choj^us. 



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JNTearer ^i^ ^hrone. 



For now is salvation nearer to us than when we first be- 
lieved. J^ofua/is xi'ii. il. 



While musing o'er my days, 

My mind was filled with praise, 

Because my soul 

Is nearer God's throne 

Than ever it's been before. 

Chorus — 

I am one day nearer His throne I know; 

Nearer than ever before. 
I am one day nearer the golden light; 
Nearer the Evergreen Shore. 

My sorrows, one by one, 

Darken my brightest sun, 
But while I pray, I keep on my way; 

Nearing my Father's throne. Chorus. 

I never shall resign 

My march to the heavenly clime. 
For God will be 

My strength and shield. 
And light my way to His Throne. Chorus, 

A light by night doth beam, 

A cloud by day is seen. 
To guide me on 

The path to my home 
Around the great White Throne. Chorus, 



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©firi^t's Qrmij. 



"Peace be unto you all that are in Christ.'" ist Peter v. 14. 

I am an enlisted soldier 

In the army of the Son of Man; 

Have orders from the C'ommander, 
To fight in every land. 

Chorus — 

Oh, who will volunteer, 

Who will volunteer, 

Who will, who will, who will volunteer. 

I'll make a peace commission 
With those who will fight for me, 

For I must raise an expedition. 

If I'd victorious be. Chorus. 

The enemies are pretenders, 

False teachers, with forward tongues, 
Deceivers, coveters, adulterers 

And peace-breakers among them throng. 

Chorus. 

My army is to oppose these, 
And drive them from the field; 

That the church of God may have ease, 
Let's cause their ranks to yield. Chorus. 



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They have invited love to join them; 

With wisdom she dechned; 
Come join our band, and you then 

Shall have made her thine. CJiorus. 



Their forts are very numerous, 
With skeptics in command. 

But we'll not fear their numbers, 
For Jesus leads our clan. 



Chorus. 



The old and young may join us. 

These foes to put to flight; 
They've made themselves offensive 

To faith, hope, love and right. Chorus. 

Your reward awaits you in heaven, 

With peace on earth with men. 
O what a happy condition 

With Christ, our Lord, amen. Chorus. 



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"O death, where is thy sting?" I Cor. xv. 55. 

When I began to live, 

I began also to die. 
My life's a dream, 

With many a scene, 
Until I pass life's screen. 

Chorus — 

Come along, join the song, the angels shout for joy. 
I think I hear the angel bands coming to take me 
home. 

Then life of life begins. 

Piety to reward or sins. 
Oh, why not then, 

All heirs of men. 
Prepare to meet their end? Chorus. 

Man's dying is but the rate 

He pays for entering late 
In eternal life, wath satan or Christ, 

'Mid joys, or amid strife. Chorus. 

Since I've prepared my soul, 

I'll enter death quite bold. 
Death hath no van 

I can't withstand 
While entering Canaan's land. Chorus, 

The dying righteous meet 

Our friends long gone to greet 

Around God's throne. 
No more to mourn 

With crowns and robes adorned. Chorus. 



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